ADDITIONAL HYMN- BOOK.
5 Going home! Then it behoves us Here to live as strangers do;
When the trial comes, it proves us ,Proves if we have faith or no. Let us make the promise sure, Let us to the end endure,
In the Saviour's love abiding, In the Saviour's strength confiding.
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A FEW more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come, And we shall lie with them that rest Asleep within the tomb.
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
2 A few more suns shall set.
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not ,A far serener clime. Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
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And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day; O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
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